You: “I think I love you.”
Me: “Nah, Sorry. I’m saving myself for a British boy.”
Don’t fake an orgasm for a guy, let him know his dick game weak as hell
everytime i get to talk to my sisters, they tell me to wear make up. I don’t mind since they’re my sisters, but i feel as if its just not me. I just use concealer to cover my eyes and dark spots. ._.
hm, what to do with this tumblr blog?